He runs through the cold winter night.
He runs, because the hunt has begun.
The moon glows with its calm, silver light.
From its radiant beams, he can never shun.

His world loses its colours, all turns into grey
Magic burns away his clothes, and fur takes its place
He loses his balance, much to his dismay
A moment he falls, and on all fours he takes up the chase

On paws, strong and fast, he runs into the night
Relentless in his hunt, nothing can stop him
With eyes of the hunter, no prey can escape his might
In the snowy woods he hunts, in the night so dim

He finally finds his prey, it reeks of fear
The chase begins for real, he increases his speed
He closes in, and will attack when he comes near
Fangs dig into his prey, satisfying his need

With his prey finally lifeless on the ground
He raises his head and howls under the moon
When she answers him, his heart starts to pound
When she howls again, he knows she will be there soon

After a moment she stands before him
He knows that she will be his, they are the alphas
When their bond takes place, the air shivers with vim
They are the beginning of a new pack, one that will last

Together they run into the cold winter night
They run, to escape the present and the past
The moon still glows with its silver light
The man has finally become a wolf at last